a poem

How loud your heart is calling, love, how close the darkness at your breast,
How hectic are the rivers, love, drawn through your dying wrist,
And love, what heat your frail skin hides, as pure as salt, as sweet as death,
and in the dark the red moon rides, the foxfire of your breath.

nice! i like it!

i love it you are really talented

thanks

Keep it up.

i'm not that good

Your trying and thats all it madders.

true point

OMG you are awsome at poetry

you think so?

totally you have a gift

Poetry is a way for you to express yourself

i just right down whatever comes to me, it's not necessarily a feeling or reason behind it

yeah but still your great

When I wirte poems they just come to mind and they are usaly randdom words that pop in my head. lol.

there will be more soon, as soon as i've finished them

cool I can't wait to read more of them

wow nice poem! can't wait to read more or yours

*to be a goth*
Come step into my life
Step into my lair
I'll dress you all in black
And even dye your hair

I love rock music
Turn it up loud
When you are a Gothic like me
The lyrics will make you proud

Step into the darkness
Say good bye to the light
We live in an eternity
Were every day is night

I know you think I'm freaky
Go analyse me
But in my heart I know
A Gothic is what I want to be

* a night*

This Night as Eternity
night falls upon the forest
the stars shine bright
revealing the haunted masks
of the dead souls taking flight

look beyond the windowsill
watch as they fly
aurora surrounding them
makes you want to cry

close your eyes
and go to sleep
i'll protect you
so don't weep

oh, beyond your smile
oh, sleep tonight
oh, the haunted mile
oh, the love filled tile

into the night sky they leave
bringing light unto the fern
they died because of love
and for love they will return

the world is brighter
now that you have appeared
now that i'm with you my love has seared
into the dark i will never ride
and into my heart you will never hide

don't worry my dear
nothing will take you away
you have nothing to fear
for with me you will stay

sleep forever if you wish
i'll stay with you
my heart is your hearts dish
to feed and true

oh, beyond your smile
oh, sleep tonight
oh, the haunted mile
oh, the love filled tile

don't worry my love is true
i will always wait for you
nothing makes me want to leave
and i hope nothing makes you too

beyond this world there is so much more
to make you look more beautiful
though it is hard to imagine
but your beauty cannot be fulfilled

entwining are the trees
reaching together for unity
they wish they could have what we do
you have made me fall in love with you

close your eyes
and go to sleep
i'll protect you
so don't weep

the world is brighter
now that you have appeared
now that i'm with you my love has seared
into the dark i will never ride
and into my heart you will never hide

as i look into your eyes
i can feel myself falling
into your heart
i want to stay crawling

the darkness unvails
your perfect face
behind the skin pale
is a heart that beats

the spirits dissappear
as i kiss your wine red lips
happiness devours me
as time strips
slowing down
making the moment an eternity

oh, beyond your smile
oh, the reverie mile
oh, entwining lovers
oh, spirits discover

i just wish this night would never die
forever you and me
take me with you everywhere
even into death for i'm in love with thee

* sunday*

Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
in the drowsiness of provincial towns,
where some inconsolable weather cock

like a bird of iron, creaks alone on a roof-top!

And drifting on the wind who knows what anguish.
Rare passers-by travel the pavements:
priests, working women in great black hooded cloaks,
beguines returning from the parish service.

The faces of listless women are pressed
to the pane, gazing on the void and silence,
and a few meagre flowers, settled in somnolence,
achieve their death in the veiled frames.

And in the space between the curtains
in drawing rooms of large patrician mansions
one might see, on backgrounds of old gobelin tapestry
in ancient frames of gold, ancestral portraits,

in velvet doublet and ruffs of lace,
coats of arms at each corner of the canvas,
who, as a star is lit scan the far distance
and the town sleeps on in heavy silences.

And all those old mansions are empty, lifeless,
within them seeking refuge, the dead middle ages;
and so it is, at evening, the luminous sun
seeks refuge too in their melancholy lanterns.

Oh lanterns, guarding the memory of fire,
the memories of light long disappeared,
so dejected in the affliction and emptiness of the street
they seem to burn for the cortege of some deity!

And now of sudden the restless bells
disturb the belfry planted in its pride,
and their sound, heavily bronzed, gradually falls
on the coffin of the town as if in spadefuls.

* old quais*

That exquisite hour at evening's approach,
when the heavens fill with processions tinged rose
which advance, shedding souls and flowers,
casting into the air the fragrance of censers.

Then, more lucid beneath the declining light
of sunset, whose crimson glow gradually dies,
a charm is revealed to the dreamer's jaded eye:
the charm of old walls where ancient streets end.

Facades ornamented, coloured stained glass,
bands of captive cupids in the mournfulness of cartouches,
women on whom dust has shed the blossom of their lips,
flowers of stone lending cheer to walls lavishly historiated.

The black gothic of the gables is traced
on the slumbering current as stairways of crepe
and the moon rises at the halo's core,
like a lamp of gold upon a grand wooden bier.

Oh, the old quais drowsing in the solemn evening
sensing of a sudden on their faces of stone
the icy kiss of the river's farewell
that runs under bridges and into their tunnels.

Oh, the bluish shade they acquire at the hour
when lamps are lit, canals gazed on by lovers
who before the waters exchange their vows
as they hear through the mist the bells moaning sound.

All is in the throes of death, all keeps silent:
nothing is heard but a melancholy tune on a weeping flute,
alone in some blackened dwelling, unseen
on whose worm-eaten remains the player leans!

And one imagines far off, the mournful musician,
crestfallen, impoverished, playing beneath crumbling roofs;
as into his fingers passed evening's sorrow,
and from the holes he draws song from the shadows.

*Avenger*

Full of revenge flowing in my blood,
how powerful thy people making me sad,
villagers kill my tribe
only me left,'cause i hide.

But this time i will fight,
full of angst building up my might,
i will defend my pride,
so that i can kill them with one stride.

I'll look them with my fiery eyes,
now my heart was cold as ice,
that's the people called me now,
but i don't knowhow would it end, how?!

Now, i began my journey to avenged,
'cause my conscience can't help the revenged,
on this long awaited destiny,
full of hatred was my discovery.

Alas!i made it..
but not ready to end it..
still not contented
nor still amended..

I killed hundreds of people,
the heads were on the flagpole,
that's what you called torture,
and that's my nature...

this one is kind of 14+ but anyway.

*Vampire loves*

He flew to her as she sat in her bedroom
Touched down on her face with a powerful kiss
She fell to her bed as he landed upon her
It happened so quickly she couldn't resist
Embraced to submission, she lay uncomplaining
As he brushed her hair out exposing her neck
Anaesthetised softly with delicate kisses
She lay ready for him to make his descent

Her neck throbbing softly in time to her heartbeat
So soft and unblemished, a peach tinted white
He cradled her head and leant over her body
And kissed with lips open - jaws closing to bite

The heat hits his mouth as the blood trickles slowly
The taste is addictive, so rich and so warm
Unconscious, she's feeling a rush in her body
Excited, she calls out to him "Oh yes! More!"

He reads her elation and stops from his feeding
And, kissing her, turns round to look at her face
Light-headed, unthinking, she rises to kiss him
And falls to the spell of vampiral embrace

They kiss in the moonlight, her neck bleeding slowly
He bites her tongue hard as it strays by his teeth
Their mouths fill with blood as he drinks from her kisses
His hands getting busy with something beneath

He rips off her nightdress, the satin tears cleanly
Exposing her vulnerable body to him
She swallows her blood and delights in its softness
As he takes her skull in the palms of his hands

Her head on his shoulder, her body beneath him
She sighs with delight at the feelings inside
Sustained by her blood and her tenderest kisses
The vampire takes on a lover tonight